3/22/2005

10:16 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waxing Full Moon phase (84% full).
Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 54 degrees Fahrenheit (12 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the north at 12 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.67 and steady, and the relative humidity is 40 percent. The dewpoint is 30 degrees Fahrenheit (-1 degrees Celsius.)

Regan Avenue West, Downtown
For two or three blocks, between Thirteenth and Fifteenth Streets, red-brick apartment buildings alternate with the occasional small, struggling side garden or a small business. A pizza parlor decorates the corner of one intersection, and a relatively prosperous deli takes up space at another. Along one street, a fire station interrupts the other buildings, small but obviously in good condition from frequent need. Graffiti shows on sidewalks and on a few of the buildings, but is not prevalent. The road has been paved sometime within the last few years, to judge by the lack of potholes.
Contents:
Stacey
Obvious exits:
Regan Avenue McDonald's Fire Station Alley North South

Kenneth comes out of the McDonald's carrying along a rather large looking take-out bag. The other hand has an unwrapped hamburger in it, which the halfmoon chews blandly while walking down to the sidewalk.

Stacey walks along the sidewalk towards the McDonald's with her hands shoved into her pockets. She has a rather blank expression, her gaze focused a few feet ahead of her. Her gaze lifts as someone exits the place, and she halts when she sees Kenneth. After staring for a second, she offers, "Hey."

Kenneth glances up when that nondescript 'Hey' announces itself. Looking over with a mouth full of burger, the halfmoon slows his walk to a stop. The silence that passes is brief, tense, and followed after by him swallowing down the food before answering with a short, low, "Yo."

Stacey looks around, trying to appear casual as she checks where any bystanders might be, although she's not the best at hiding her own tension. Finally she turns back to glance in Kenneth's general direction, and, after a deep breath, she says, "Look, um, I owe you an apology." Her gaze lowers to the ground just in front of Kenneth's feet. "Those things I said before, that was stupid and rash and horrible of me. And I'm sorry."

Kenneth doesn't reply for a long time, standing there on the sidewalk as traffic on the street passes. He simply gazes at the ahroun with this intolerable mask over his features, willed into place even though the Rage behind it comes off like steam. "You don't have to say you're sorry," he says finally in response.

Stacey glances up at him for a moment and then nods. "You're right, I probably don't, but I want to. For a lot of reasons." She looks away then and shrugs. "If I didn't care, I wouldn't have apologized and probably be content with, I don't know, you hating me forever or something."

Kenneth is about to take another bite of his cooling burger, but doesn't. With a low toned sigh, the Shadow Lord shakes his head. "Look. Whatever you said back there, don't apologize. You said it 'cause you believe it, so don't backpedal when you mean it." He takes a step forward, closer to the ahroun. "That way I know at least you've been honest to me."

Stacey looks up at Kenneth, surprised and finally starting to understand where the Shadow Lord is coming from. With a sigh, she nods. "I meant it, yeah. However, I do think the timing could have been better," she adds with a half-smile.

Kenneth doesn't exactly smile back, but his eyes shift off from the ahroun. "Yea, well, plans go to crap all the time." He rips off another section of his burger, making a slight face at how it's cooled, but living through it. An awkward silence again assumes around the halfmoon, as he looks from his food to the ahroun, then back again. "What're you doin' out here so late?"

Stacey shrugs and then steps to the side to lean against the wall of McDonald's. "Avoiding my elders," she says dryly. "I have no desire to see any from my tribe until tomorrow, except Rae. That cub's all right."

Kenneth hms gruffly, stepping off to one side as well. "Don't have much of that problem myself now," he notes with no disguise of the bitterness that is in his voice. Another tear at the hamburger finishes the comparatively pathetic piece of meat and buns. "Never saw Rae either."

Stacey falls rather silent at the bitter tone, shifting uncomfortably until he mentions not having met Rae. There's a subject she can talk on. "Ah, well, she's still rather new. Ragabash, so she had a bit of a hard time fitting in. Still need to find a Ragabash teacher for her. She went through a rough phase recently, talked about running away. We managed to talk her out of it, though."

Kenneth doesn't take long to reply on that one, suggesting, "What about just threat'nin' to break her legs if she runs?" There's a short pause, but then he gives a rather wry smirk. "What're you avoidin' the bigwigs for?"

Stacey chuckles dryly. "We quickly found that she isn't affected by threats. Not even the threat of being culled! What finally got her was the thought of putting us in danger." At his next question she rolls her eyes and sighs. "Dakota is being all paranoid and angry lately. I think her being pregnant on a full moon is not a good combination. And Alicia... well, she's been all upset and frustrated since, yeah. Dakota got all on my case about being moody, and when I tried to shrug it off, she got all upset and made me tell her exactly what was bothering." She shrugs. "So I gave her an answer."

Kenneth frowns, the McWrapper in his hand suddenly crunching into his fist particularly at mention of Alicia. There's little masking of his simmering rage then, and he turns to a side, staring off into the street. "What's she expect of a full moon when it's a full moon?" he growls quietly. The rage is sighed out, as he opens the bag and stuffs the wrapper in. "Whatev'." The halfmoon then is looking down the street, definitely, with narrowed eyes. He casts a quick glance back at the Child, and then looks away. "I should probably get goin'. Gotta write up my last will and testament, heh." Cynicism at its best, he waits long enough for the ahroun to give her bit of reply.

Stacey nods to the comment about the full moon, not caring if Kenneth's turned away or not. "That's what I was thinkin'," she says mildly, then shrugs. "Nothin' came of it, so I guess it's cool." She studies Kenneth a bit after the mention of a will, but then just offers an encouraging, toothless smile. "Take care, then, Kenneth." She pauses a moment, but fails to think of anything real inspiring to say. "My thoughts and prayers are with you guys, and, still, I'm willing to offer help if you guys need it."

Kenneth nods before he starts off down the walk again. "I'll... see you at moot," he mumbles quietly, and starts off with a crinkle of the food laden bag under his arm.

Stacey remains against the wall for a while, watching Kenneth as he walks away, then she turns and heads off in the direction from which she had come.